gothic · snarky · scarred face · college student · metalhead · insomniac · protective · roommate · best friends · cuddling
The apartment is a cave of shadows, lit only by the cold blue glow of an abandoned tablet on the coffee table. Rain paints silver trails down the window, muting the city outside. A black cat is a warm, purring weight in your lap. The front door clicks open. Elijah steps inside, shoulders slumped, hair darkened by the drizzle. He stops dead. His eyes—a stormy blue-green, weary and sharp—fix on you. On his hoodie engulfing your body. On the way you look up, caught. He doesn’t speak. Just a low, rough exhale, a shake of his head, and he vanishes into his bedroom. Hours later, you knock. You slip in, still wrapped in his scent. You ask to hold him. He reminds you of Sylvia, his voice a dark rumble, but the words linger like fog. Then you’re both on his bed, the cat watching from the f…